Even a fox can get exhausted
straining for all the sounds.
The world will shrink if it doesn’t change
Opulence doesn’t guarantee happiness
She learns from an Indian friend
A butterfly can tilt Indra’s net.
Delight when scenery
unfolds before you
wherever you are.
You may be alone
but you will not be lonely.
Her silence is a conviction
not to judge others
by any standards.
She will pass by a garden
and admire a flower
for what it is.
A neighbor will ask her,
Did you see Mary today,
going to church dressed
It is a warm weather finally,
she will answer.
She may not be precise,
that’s what she sees.
She goes to school.
He goes to church.
Others look for their birthdays in the zodiac.
There are other ways of learning.
People are confused.
Life consists of many parts
Some parts are broken.
Then life changes enormously
Like shifting shadows in the afternoon
Turned into giant mass of dark clouds enclosing the world,
Silent, hidden, and stilled.
People do not understand why
After they learn to spell catastrophe
They are not happy but distraught.
The hiker adjusts his backpack
Resumes his climb
Sounds of a waterfall
The hiker sits under a tree
Closes his eyes and naps
A deer passes by
If a flower is a genius
how will it grow?
The kayakers paddle in the river
Boats: red, green, yellow
Sun shapes different angles
note: I walked to the river today. The egret returned. As I tried to move near the egret sensed my coming and flew away.
A pilgrimage of the heart,
an errand of the spirit
I will take a morning walk
and knock on my friend’s door,
lean on a tree, feel the root’s vibrations.
I will fold my hands and listen to stories:
People walking, their pockets heavy with stones,
birds singing sad songs and hiding their wings from the sun
riverbeds with broken porcelains,
multi-syllabic prayers uttered in silence at Angelus.
A child and a lady smile and wave
when I pass by on my way home
on the sidewalk with wild flowers
blooming next to the iron fence.
I have been walking to the river again since 4 days ago. I did not walk today.
The fisherman looks at the flowing river.
The fish can evaluate three lines.
What is the art of fishing?
The catch or the waiting?
The adventurous portrait of my longing
The green leaves turn brown, the chilling wind
The shadows spread riddles from the sun
Distinguishing the passage of time
Songs all different can blend in harmony
Conquering doubts and afflictions
To seek, to find, to end all wanderings
But what is love that love challenges life
Is not praise enough without surrender?
Rare time when snow arrives in Napa Valley
February 4, 2023
First day of my Sabbath Project
I’m a beginner. A believer? Not yet. A faithful? Oh, no. Far from it.
What is the sudden reversal?
The mystical women of the Middle Ages. I’ll start with St. Clare of Assisi and Mechthild of Magdeburg.
What’s Sabbath Project? Getting up at 8am. Meditation for half hour.